The Poacher and I

Some ten minutes after my maths lesson had started, a lanky kid with a pale complexion and a wide grin entered the classroom, his arms flapping in what he meant to be a swagger. He gave me a nod of acknowledgement (not of apology) and an ‘alright mate’...

Goshawk – My Search for the Grey Ghost

A wood mouse forages on the forest floor. It is hungry and like all animals it must eat to survive. Its acute sense of smell draws it closer to the nutty crumbs of a grey squirrel’s plundered cache. The crumbs halt the fast paced rodent and it begins to feed...